A word with GOD.

He was wandering aimlessly in the middle of downtown streets. It was quite dark as it should be at 12' in a cold night.

'Where are you?', he shouted. The shout echoed itself as if a message is being transmitted over the magnetic wires.

'Why it has to be me always..?' this time it was something more than a cry. In despair. he sat before the front gates of a bakery shop, opened just two weeks ago in their locality.

Suddenly, he felt a consoling hand on his shoulder. In a shock state of mind, he turned back. An old man wearing a white cloak was there. The man seemed to be an acquaintance to him but may be his so called memory also betrayed this time.

'Leave me Alone'..he shouted again.But the harsh words failed to shooed the old man off, instead he sat beside him on the encroachment. The old fellow started his part-

' A wise man has said Sharing your grief makes it half, May be I can help on that '....